The gym had a quiet thrum in the late afternoon, machines clanking, sneakers squeaking, a low playlist humming through overhead speakers. It smelled of steel and salt, protein powder and ambition.
Joey moved like a blade, tall and lean, shoulders cut like granite. His black tank top clung to his torso, thin enough to show every muscle twitch as he braced against the barbell. His bodybuilding shorts hit mid-thigh, tight over the sweep of his quads. Each rep was clean. Each breath sharp. He didn’t speak much, not here. Not when the iron was calling.
Justin, next to him, shorter but broader, glistened under the fluorescents. His stringer tank gaped at the sides, exposing the fullness of his chest, the width of his back, the faint trail of sweat that slid down his ribs and vanished into the waistband of his shorts. His thighs were thick, corded, pumping with each lunge and curl. The cage beneath the fabric was their secret, snug and silvery, its pressure constant.
They matched each other move for move. Push. Pull. Grind. Hydrate.
Both of them carried the same massive water bottle, stainless steel, matte black, dented at the edges, the kind that looked like it had seen battle. They drank constantly. Every few sets, they’d pause, grip the bottle, tilt it back. It was never casual. It was ritual.
Joey would watch Justin’s throat move as he drank, Adam’s apple bobbing, sweat trickling along his jaw. He’d think about the way Justin had knelt the night before. The way he’d held it all in his mouth like it was sacred.
Justin would watch Joey’s lips on the nozzle. The way he sucked the water like it belonged to him. The way his body stayed lean, efficient, beautiful, like it was designed to push limits. Justin was proud of both of them; he knew Joey looked this way in part because of the way he’d trained him. And he’d think about how it felt to be full of him.
They never said a word about it. But every time the bottle tipped, they remembered.
They hit back day hard, rows, pull-ups, deadlifts and finished with a burnout circuit that left both of them shaking, arms swollen and veined, shirts damp and clinging. When they caught each other’s eyes in the mirror, there was something unspoken behind the burn. Something hungry.
They didn’t linger. They packed up and headed to the gym’s locker room, a grimy, no-frills spot that smelled like soap and damp tile and the ghosts of a hundred locker room arguments.
There was no one else in the shower stalls. The fluorescent light flickered a little. The tiles were cracked. But it didn’t matter. This was theirs.
Joey peeled off his tank top, dragging it over his head in one smooth motion. His abs were tight, glistening, every ridge sharp from the workout. He let the shirt drop and kicked off his shoes.
Justin followed. Off came the stringer, then the shorts. The cage caught the light again, snug behind his thong, slick with sweat. Joey’s gaze lingered on it. He didn’t say a word. Just pulled his own shorts down and stepped into the shower.
Justin joined him a moment later, the curtain pulling shut behind them. The water hadn’t been turned on yet. They stood in the stillness, bodies flushed, muscles trembling from the pump.
Joey’s hand brushed his own stomach. “You good?” he asked, voice low.
Justin nodded. “I gotta pee.”
Joey’s mouth twitched, something between a smirk and a revelation.
Justin blinked. “What?”
Joey didn’t say anything. Justin hesitated. Then he stepped back a little, adjusting his stance, his hands lightly bracing the edge of the tiled wall. His thighs flexed as he tried to let go.
“Wait,” Joey said, breath catching. He stepped forward. Close. His hand found the base of his own cock, holding it. “Hold it. Let me go first.”
Justin froze. Obedient. Breath shallow. “Okay.”
“Yeah, princess? You gonna hold it in for me?”
Justin nodded.
“Good girl. Kneel down, that’s it. Both knees on the tile. Yeah, that’s it. Look up at me. ”
Justin looked up at Joey, his eyes and mouth wide. Joey let go. The stream was quiet. Steady. It hit Justin’s thigh first, then splashed higher. Warm. Lingering. Justin didn’t flinch. He watched. His breath came faster.
Joey moved forward. Lifted his hand. “Open.”
Justin parted his lips.
Joey guided himself gently toward them. The stream slowed, then swelled again. Justin held steady. Let it happen. Let it fill his mouth, warm and clean and quiet. He didn’t gulp, he drank. Slowly. Like it meant something.
Eventually, the stream trickled to nothing and Justin’s lips lapped around Joey’s massive cockhead, nursing on it, cleaning it up. Joey smiled and gently pulled his cock away, kneeling down, his lips in Justin’s ear.
“Now,” Joey whispered. “You can go.”
Justin gasped as his body let go, relief and shame and pride all braided together. Joey leaned over and caught some with is palm. He rubbed it all over Justin’s crotch, his cage. Then he caught some more and covered his big penis, erect from watching Justin so vulnerable, with it.
“Kiss it.”
Justin looked up at Joey. Joey just nodded. Justin leaned over and softly kissed the head of Joey’s piss-covered boner. His tongue slid over the velvety knob, hungry.
“Good girl.”
Joey suddenly grabbed him by the hips and turned him around. Justin reached back, arched, waited.
“Yeah, hold your cheeks open. Let me see that pretty pussy, Justin.”
Justin’s hand spread his cheeks open wide, exposing his smooth, pink anus, puffy and red from all the attention.
“You like showing me your pussy, Justin?”
Justin nodded, hummed.
“Say it.”
“I love showing you my pussy, Joey.”
“Yeah you do. And I love you for it. Just like this, Justin. This is my favorite part of you.”
Joey leaned forward and kissed Justin’s hole firmly. Justin cried out.
“What’s this, Justin?”
“My pretty pink pussy.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“My pretty pink pussy!”
“Yeah, it is. Good girl, Justin. Justin’s a good girl with a pretty pussy who loves my big fat penis.”
Justin moaned.
“Say it.”
“I’m a good girl with a pretty pussy who loves Joey’s big fat penis!”
Joey’s cock was pulsing and hard, leaking pre-cum thickly. He stood there, trying to get control of himself. Then he said, quietly, “You’re my girl and I’m gonna fuck you right now.”
Justin nodded and looked over his shoulder at the beast Joey had become. His lean body glistening with sweat and his huge fucking boner demanding to be inside him.
Joey always knew he had a big dick, bigger than his brothers, bigger than his dad, bigger than any kid in school. But in that moment standing behind Justin, he felt like he had the biggest fucking penis in the world. And the luckiest one because he had a pussy to fuck. The only pussy in the world that can take him.
He pressed the head against Justin’s ass lips, open, smooth, exposed. He pushed a little bit and watched the head pop inside Justin.
Justin winced but took it. Joey wiggled the head inside for a little bit.
“Open up, baby girl. Take daddy’s big penis.”
Justin moaned loudly at those words. They did something to him that he couldn’t quite handle. He squirmed a little and Joey pushed in deeper. Deeper. Deepest. All the way in. He leaned over, gently playing with Justin’s tits, kissing him on the lips.
“I’m so deep inside you, princess. I got you so good right now. Do you feel how deep I am inside you?”
Justin nodded, crying a little. Joey made a tiny little thrust and Justin cried out more. Then another little thrust. Slow at first. Then not. The sound of their bodies echoed off the tile. Wet animal sounds.
Joey was on top of Justin, just pounding his cock again and again inside Justin’s wide-open pussy. Justin was crying and screaming and Joey couldn’t stop, not until he gave Justin what he needed. Not until his baby girl was full of daddy’s seed.
Justin couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. He was just on the edge of being alive and falling off a cliff of something he couldn’t describe. All he could feel was the warm wet tile underneath him and the warm wet man on top of him and the warm wet cock hollowing him out and the warm wet cage that kept him together.
Joey flipped Justin over onto his back, his legs on Joey’s shoulders. Joey on top, pounding even deeper, staring at Justin.
“Look at me while I fuck you senseless.”
Justin opened his eyes a little bit and saw the crazy look in Joey’s eyes. The strange smile, the wild glare. JOey grabbed Justin’s cage and held onto it as he pistoned his cock in and out of Justin’s pussy.
“You’re gonna take my babies. You’re gonna have Daddy’s sperm inside you soon.”
Joey had one leg over his shoulder, the other splayed out. Joey had Justin split open and he leaned in deeper, his bush rubbing against Justin’s smooth anus. He pounded and pounded and pounded and just as he was about to come, he reached down and put his fingers in Justin’s mouth. He grabbed Justin’s chin and squeezed while his cum sprayed so deep inside him.
“Aww, fuck baby girl. You’re taking my sperm. You’re such a good girl. Say it.”
“Fuck, Joey, give me your sperm. Make me a good girl!”
Joey bucked his hips against Justin for a while until he slowed down and softly collapsed against him. They lay like that, fucked up and tangled in the gym shower, for a while.
Slowly they moved, Justin finding his way on top of Joey, straddling him, looking down at him. Joey had a sly smile, looking back at him.
“When we get home, I’m gonna treat my baby girl so sweet. Would you like that, Justin?”
Justin smiled and nodded slowly.
“Yeah, I thought so. Why don’t you tell me what you want, baby girl.”
Slowly, Justin spoke. “I want my Daddy to be sweet his baby girl.”
“Aww fuck, princess. You make me so crazy when you talk like that. Fuck, I gotta get you home so I can give you Daddy’s seed.”
On the ride home, Joey had one hand on the wheel and one hand down Justin’s shorts tapping on the cage.
“You all caged up for Daddy?”
Justin blushed and nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m all caged up.”
“Good girl. You’re already leaking like a horny princess, huh?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You want Daddy’s big fat penis, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Mmm, you’re gonna get it. But I want to spend some time up in your pretty pink pussy. All smooth and open and shiny.”
Justin moaned and squirmed in the car seat.
When they got home, Justin dropped his bag by the door, peeled off his tank, and flopped onto the couch like he owned the place. Legs spread, smirk easy.
Joey just stood there, chest rising and falling heavy, shirt still damp from their last set of deadlifts. His body hummed with heat, with need. He moved before thinking, grabbed Justin’s wrist, yanked him up, and shoved him against the wall.
Joey pressed his hips forward, his cock thick and swollen, grinding against Justin’s thigh. “You like that baby girl? You’re my baby girl. My pussy girl.”
Joey’s hand clamped around the back of Justin’s neck, thumb under his jaw, tilting his head until their eyes locked. Then he spun Justin around, bent him over the arm of the couch, and yanked his shorts down. The thong snapped high on his hips, baring his ass in one clean reveal. Pale at first. Smooth. Joey spread him wide, thumbs digging in deep, admiring him.
He rubbed slow, steady circles into the soft skin, feeling the heat of Justin’s body radiating under his palms. Then, gentle but firm, his hand came down. The smack cracked through the quiet, sharp but not cruel, the cheek blooming pink where he struck.
Justin gasped, forehead pressed into the couch cushion. “Fuck—”
Joey’s hand lingered on the mark, rubbing it in with slow care. “Shhh. Easy, baby girl,” he murmured, lips brushing close to Justin’s ear. “Sometimes baby girls need spanking. Not because they’re bad. Because their cheeks looks so pretty when they’re all red. You wanna be pretty for Daddy?”
Justin nods.
Another smack, firmer this time. The skin flushed deeper, the color spreading under Joey’s broad hand. Justin’s hips twitched back into him, the sound he made caught between a whine and a moan.
Joey bent over him, chest pressed to his back, his voice low and certain. “Look how pretty you are for me. My baby girl’s cheeks blushing just the way Daddy likes.”
Justin whimpered, his body trembling as Joey rubbed slow circles into the sting, soothing and stoking it all at once. “Daddy…”
Joey kissed the side of his neck, soft against the sweat. “That’s right,” he whispered. “Daddy’s baby girl. Daddy’s pussy. So perfect.”
He smacked him again, a little harder, and this time Justin moaned outright, hips rocking back, ass glowing red under Joey’s palms.
Joey groaned at the sight, grinding his cock against Justin’s tender skin. “So sweet. So beautiful when you take it for me. Daddy’s good baby girl.”
Then another hard smack. The sound cracked through the room, sharp and loud, flesh slapping against flesh. Justin jerked forward, gasping, but Joey’s palm lingered, rubbing slow over the spot, feeling the heat bloom.
“Goddamn,” Joey muttered, voice thick. “My baby girl’s got the softest cheeks.”
Another slap, even harder, the opposite side flaring pink under his hand. Justin moaned, forehead pressing into the couch cushion, cage digging into his thighs as his hips twitched back.
Joey grinned, leaned close to his ear. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby girl? You like me making your ass blush for me?”
Justin’s breath came ragged. “Y-yeah—fuck—”
Joey found a rhythm. Smack, rub. Smack, rub. Alternating sides, watching the pale skin go pink, then darker, blooming under every blow. He wasn’t sloppy; every strike landed where he wanted, spreading sting across the round muscle. Between each one, he kneaded the heat in with his palm, coaxing the burn hotter, deeper.
Justin moaned louder with every smack, his voice cracking now, high and desperate. “Joey—please—”
“Please what?” Joey snarled, smacking him again, the print of his hand bright against the red skin. “Please spank my baby girl’s ass until these cheeks glow red for days?”
Justin whimpered, hips pushing back into the heat of Joey’s hand, his hole twitching with every strike.
Another smack. Louder. Justin’s whole body jolted. His cheeks were glowing now, red and tender, trembling under Joey’s grip. Joey groaned at the sight, cock leaking against him, need clawing up his spine.
“My baby girl’s cheeks look so fucking pretty when they’re red,” Joey rasped. He spread him open wider, thumbs digging deep, admiring the contrast of flushed flesh around the twitching hole. “Made for me to spank. Made to be my pussy.”
Justin let out a broken moan, helpless now. “I’m your baby girl. I’m your pussy.”
Joey spanked him once more, slow, deliberate, leaving his palm stamped dark across the glowing skin. He rubbed over it, grinding the sting in with his thumb, marveling at the way Justin’s body shook under the praise and the pain.
“That’s it,” Joey said, his voice a growl. “That’s my baby girl. My sweet little pussy. All red and ready for me.”
He pressed forward then, lining his cock up, the fat head slick and hard against Justin’s tight, reddened rim. He teased the entrance, pushing just enough to make Justin gasp, holding him there on the edge.
“Say it again,” Joey ordered, breath hot against his ear. “Say who you are.”
Justin’s voice cracked, high and raw. “I’m your baby girl. Your pussy. All yours.”
Joey groaned as he pushed forward, the fat head stretching Justin’s red, tender rim. Justin cried out, his voice high, caught between pain and need, his fingers clawing the couch cushion.
“That’s it,” Joey muttered, one hand gripping Justin’s hip, the other spreading his burning cheek wider. “My baby girl’s pussy opening up for me.”
He slid in slow, deliberate, every inch forcing a gasp from Justin’s throat. The heat of him was obscene, clenching, twitching, trying to resist but giving way all the same. Joey’s cock sank deeper, the sting of the spanking blooming under his grip, the contrast of pain and fullness making Justin shake.
“Joey—fuck—” Justin’s voice cracked, hoarse, desperate. “Too big—”
Joey spanked Justin again, right across the glowing cheek, the sound sharp, the skin flaring hotter under his palm. Justin yelped, hole clenching tight around Joey’s massive boner. Joey groaned at the squeeze, hips bucking forward.
“Baby girl likes too big, needs too bigl,” Joey growled, driving another inch inside. “You were made for this. Made for my cock. This is my pussy.”
Justin whimpered, his body trembling, tears stinging his eyes as he forced himself to breathe through it. Joey rubbed the sting into the cheek he’d just slapped, his thumb pressing into the mark, grinding it slow as his cock bottomed out deep.
“There it is,” Joey hissed against his ear. “My baby girl’s stuffed full. Your pussy’s mine now.”
Justin shuddered, voice breaking. “It’s yours. Fuck—it’s yours, Joey.”
Joey started to move, pulling out slow, then slamming back in, the impact making Justin’s red cheeks jiggle under his grip. He spanked him again, harder this time, watching the flesh bounce, the sound echoing, the heat rising even higher.
Justin moaned, ragged and helpless, each thrust knocking it out of him. His ass glowed, marked and tender, every strike making his body clench tighter around Joey’s cock.
“You hear that?” Joey rasped, pounding harder now, hips slapping against him, cock buried to the base. “That’s the sound of my baby girl getting fucked. That’s the sound of your pussy being stretched.”
Justin sobbed out a moan, the words hitting as hard as the smacks. “Yours—fuck—I’m your baby girl, Joey—your pussy—”
Joey groaned, hips snapping harder, smacking him again and again, alternating sides until both cheeks were fiery red, glowing with heat. His handprints overlapped, dark against the tender skin, proof of his claim.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty like this,” Joey grunted, slamming in deep and grinding against him. “Your cheeks all red, your pussy stretched around me. You’re perfect. My perfect baby girl.”
Justin’s voice was wrecked, high and pleading. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop—”
Joey spanked him again, leaned down, lips hot against his ear as he pounded into him. “Never. You’re mine, baby girl. My girl. My pussy. Say it.”
Justin’s cry broke into words, desperate and raw. “I’m yours—I’m your baby girl—I’m your pussy—”
Joey’s cock throbbed hard, his body strung tight, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with Justin saying it like that, his red, glowing ass bouncing under every thrust, his voice gone with need.
Joey’s thrusts grew harder, rougher, his cock bottoming out with every snap of his hips. His palm came down again and again, sharp cracks echoing off the walls, Justin’s ass glowing red under the relentless rhythm.
Justin was gone, forehead pressed into the couch, drool streaking the cushion, his voice wrecked and high. Every smack made him clench tighter, every thrust made him moan louder. He could barely get the words out, but he forced them anyway, gasping through the slap and stretch.
“I’m yours—your baby girl—your pussy—”
oey groaned, hips slamming faster, his voice a growl in Justin’s ear. “Yeah, that’s it. Daddy’s girl. Daddy’s perfect little pussy.”
Justin’s whole body jolted at the word, a sharp sound breaking from his throat. His cage leaked against his thigh, his breath catching hard.
“Fuck—Daddy—”
Joey snarled, grabbing him by the hair, yanking his head back so he could hear it clearer. “Say it again.”
Justin whimpered, cheeks blazing under the fresh sting of another smack. “You’re my Daddy—I’m your baby girl—your pussy—fuck—”
Joey slammed deeper, grinding against his hole, cock twitching as the words ripped through him. His big hand held Justin down by the nape, smacking his red ass with the other, claiming every inch.
“That’s right,” Joey groaned, voice ragged. “Daddy’s baby girl. Daddy’s perfect pussy. All mine. Say thank you.”
Justin sobbed, his body shuddering. “Thank you, Daddy—thank you for fucking me—thank you for owning me—”
Joey couldn’t hold back anymore. His cock jerked deep inside, his whole body locking up as he spilled hot and heavy, filling Justin’s hole to the brim. He ground into him, staying buried, moaning against his neck. “Take it, baby girl. Take Daddy’s sperm, all of my babies.”
Justin broke, his body shaking, untouched cock spurting helplessly in its cage as his hole milked Joey’s load. His cries turned into babbles, high and cracked. “Daddy—Daddy—Daddy—”
Joey rode it out, hips rolling slow now, his hands rubbing the red cheeks he’d punished, smoothing over the heat he’d made. He leaned down, chest pressed to Justin’s sweaty back, lips brushing his ear.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Daddy’s good baby girl.”
Justin trembled under him, ass still glowing, hole stretched and dripping. He collapsed forward onto the couch, face buried in the cushion, body twitching with aftershocks. Joey stayed pressed close, kissing his shoulder, petting his hair, rubbing the marks he’d left.
For a long while, neither spoke. Just their breathing, ragged and spent.
Finally, Joey murmured against his skin, soft but certain: “You’re the girl I’ve always wanted.”
Justin let out a shaky laugh, still breathless, still shaking. “Only when we play, Daddy.”
Joey’s jaw clenched, his cock twitching even though he was spent. He kissed the back of Justin’s neck anyway, the words settling heavy in the air.
“Yeah,” he said finally, voice low. “Only when we play.”
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